It happened again. A seemingly innocuous e-mail giving a thumbs-up to my blog, but it set my Spidey Senses tingling immediately. (The Hotmail address didn't help: did you read the story about the big companies who automatically rejected job applicants if they had Hotmail addresses? Yep.)
Great site! Being a North Dakotan, I definitely support the farming way of life.
I came across this blog from Farmer Dave a Florida citrus grower that made me smile: http://www.orangediaries.com
I took a glance, already knowing I'd find some B.S. marketing apparatus at the "weblog," and was instantly gratified in my suspicions.
I wrote back to Kristen: "He doesn't look organic. Am I wrong?" Seven minutes later, she replied, "I can't say whether he is organic or not, but given the choice between organic and local, I'll take American grown anytime. What's your stance?"
So I rolled up my sleeves and wrote the following response, which she seemingly had blocked (at least that's what Hotmail claimed*. (That's what pissed me off enough to publish this rant.)
I live in California—for 25 years or so. I'll take California oranges any day of the week.
As a native of the Deep South, and having been a resident of (with tons of family, including a former State Senator, in) the insane state of Florida, I'll take California anything over Florida anything any day of the week.
Were I to live elsewhere, like the middle of the country equidistant from either state, where oranges do not grow, I would buy organic oranges over non-organic, none from foreign countries because of the carbon footprint, and generally would not patronize Florida crops due to the election theft from Jeb Bush and his corrupt cronies in 2000.
Also, a brief scratch of the surface of that "farmer" tells me he's pimping for this corporation:
Any FAQ that doesn't mention the words "organic" or "sustainable" tells me all I need to know.
I also think it's 100% marketing bullshit that someone is sending this man crates of imported oranges. That is just exactly the kind of idiotic idea that some pinhead advertiser or marketer or image consultant would come up with to justify the existence of such a fake collection of writing, all extolling the alleged virtues of the Florida orange. How do I know this? Because I clicked on the "comments" section, and see that the whole blog is hosted by FloridaNaturals.com. DOH!!
Shills, shills, shills, everywhere.
Luckily for me, we mute commercials in my house, and can think for ourselves.
I'm not fooled one bit, nor amused enough to watch one of the idiotic videos of him destroying the "foreign" oranges. My best guess is: xenophonic Republican living in the dark ages, using Monsanto or Dow chemicals to rape the earth for the greatest profit.
How'd I score?
That's what I thought, too!!
Honestly—does anyone actually believe that some anonymous donor is sending crates of imported oranges to a citrus grower in Florida? Who writes this crap?
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That's all I've got time for today.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: "His lack of education is more than compensated for by his keenly developed moral bankruptcy." — Woody Allen.
Thanks for visiting. And thanks, Kristen, for the grist.
Read Derrick's comment below for an interesting response to marketing tools.
*This is what came from Hotmail:
SMTP: host 22.214.171.124: 550 SC-004 Mail rejected by Windows Live Hotmail for policy reasons. A block has been placed against your IP address because we have received complaints concerning mail coming from that IP address. If you are not an email/network admin please contact your E-mail/Internet Service Provider for help. Email/network admins, we recommend enrolling in our Junk E-Mail Reporting Program (JMRP), a free program intended to help senders remove unwanted recipients from their e-mail list: http://postmaster.live.com
UPDATE: Kristen says she did not block me, and had only intended a friendly conversation. I have overreacted, but it's not surprising, given all the insincere and insubstantial emails complimenting my blog, and then linking to a website that clearly has nothing to do with what I write about. In this case, corporate orange juice.